Much like The DaVinci Code, I found myself feeling a bit indifferent about this book. It was certainly an entertaining read, and in places I found myself quite engrossed in the story if, for no other reason, then just to find out what the heck was about to happen. That really is the hallmark of a great summer read, and so this story fits that bill.

The quality of the story stops there, however. Like much of Dan Brown's work, this book reads a bit more like a movie script than a novel, and so feels rather hollow in regards to depth of character. Brown is an extremely visual writer, which helps the reader paint a fantastic picture of the scenes the author is describing. The flip side is that one never really cares all that deeply about what happens to the people in the story. They are merely the vessels used for propelling action forward.

But, there's no point in me ragging on the author so much. This book wasn't written to be literature, it was written to be fun... And in that it succeeds.